Ushering an enormous wolf spider outside, I disturb a baby woodchuck. Grass blades weighed down by rain spring up as it barrels through.
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Ushering an enormous wolf spider outside, I disturb a baby woodchuck. Grass blades weighed down by rain spring up as it barrels through.
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A DIALOGUE ON CIRCLES
A quid pro quo, if there is one, Stick.
One act of kindness has its other side
on the same coin: that spider would
come down the drain and mangle
some parts, but for this ushering.
Foraging, the woodchuck is startled out
of its thicket and barrels through but
also releases the grass from its burden
of rain and its springs up to sunshine
and softens the craggy valley with
green blades cutting through earth.
Huh? What squid? What pro?
Shut up, Stick. It’s the circle of life.
—Albert B. Casuga
06-21-11
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Dave,
On first line that should be: A quid pro quo if there is one.
(if sted of is) Please? Thanks.
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O.K. But here’s a suggestion for you: since you’re posting the poems in full at your blog as well, where you can easily make these changes yourself, why not simply leave a link or trackback to the post here in lieu of dropping in the full text? E.g. for today’s poem, http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/06/dialogue-on-circles-conversations-with.html
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OK. Thanks, Dave.
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My baby ran home startled, shaking drops of dew around the burrow,
chattered incoherent about a monster in his dream.
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